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letra de the prince of the air - archabald

the prince of the air has been stealing the air from my lungs when i’m tangled up in sheets
i feel him gently compress my chest till i have no breath left, sowing seeds of anxiety and disbelief
my eyes see things that move in the dark, figures i can barely see
oh god this is terrible the way they sway and creep
this is more than i can stomach, this is more than i can stand
i reprimand my conscience telling myself this is not what it’s like to be a man
but there’s nothing manly about the fear that i keep to myself
fear of failure, fear of foolishness, fear that this life is it and there’s nothing else
but i’ll keep to myself for now, i’ll justify my p-ssivity and say it’s godly somehow
while i cower and say nothing and just wait till i figure life out
but the doubt crushes me like the tyrant waves of the sea
and i finally see why it’s not easy for everyone to believe
i beg for a little more courage, a little more strength, a little more re-ssurance that’s all i need
but i’ll keep to myself for now, i’ll justify my p-ssivity and say it’s godly somehow
the prince has been misguiding my step since before i could walk
while i’ve been singing the praises of my father sience before i could talk
the prince attacks our flesh when we’re young and weak
the ghost of my father screams help when i can hardly speak

you hide yourself, still i’m in love, in love with you
you hide yourself, you’re worried now and the truth it scares you

cause i’ve been the desperate man i never thought i’d be
i never knew that i could fall from such a height
i’ve made jesus to a god pent up in a bottle on the shelf that i drink when i am feeling kind of low
and i’ve been sleeping with these monsters under my bed, and their greedy politics are like my own
thus a monster i’ve become all by myself, all by myself

you hide yourself, still i’m in love, in love with you
you hide yourself, you’re worried now and the truth it scares you

i was born a fool and excelled at my foolishness
i grew into a prideful child and called my poor self-control humbleness
as a youth i ignored lady wisdom calling from the roof tops
i walked with the brazen wanderer like a dear about to get shot
i lost my innocence before i lost my virginity
i lost my desire to live before i learned how to battle shame
i want to grow old and have my children’s kids know my name
and i want kids of my own who can honestly love me
god makes us lovely
and we’re guaranteed nothing in life but death from life’s first cry to our final breath
when you lay me down and bury me deep, i promise i’m not dead, i’m only asleep
cause death has say over me
i’m not a creature of misled philosophies, i’m the product of careful calculation and honest belief
when the earth sucks the marrow out and swallows my bones
you’ll know my heart is full and whole
i’m home, by god, i’m home

- archabald

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